NoneJun 3
I left home for a while
I left home for a while
I don’t know where to go
In the middle of nowhere
It’s midnight almost.
I’m stacked in between
There is nothing in my plan
It’s a catch, that makes
A filling that kills a man.
The road is empty
I have enough fuel in my car
Signal are blinking too
Show me my way, little stars.
I left home for a while
And I lost my numbers
It’s catch, dear road
You end nowhere.